Evans
Grimscribe
But a few flowers, just a few
upon my grave, that I may see
That you sometimes thought on me
who never cease to think on you
Oh, it is dark, and dank and drear
Dismal and dreadful underground,
where the wind sighs unpityingly around,
And the rain falls not softly like a tear
- excerpt from 'All Souls Even' from The Shadow of Death: poems, songs, and sonnets
To day is the anniversary of the passing of Count Eric Stenbock. I finally made that trip to find his grave...
(I hope this is not over stepping the bounds and seeming too arrogant. I felft I either had to do absolutely nothing or something colourfully over the top)
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